There Is No Other Poem by Mystic Qalandar

What enters me is the tide of the Unnamed.
What leaves me is the echo of that same tide.
This vessel of thought—a mirror, not a maker—
is polished by that which it reflects.

The near is the far; the veil is the touch.
Not a single atom sleeps outside the perimeter of God.
Not a single silence is void of His name.

MyKoul speaks the one law:
There is no 'other.'
The manifest is the garment;
the unmanifest, the skin beneath the skin.
All that is seen is a gesture of the unseen,
and all that is unseen is the breath of the seen.

There is nowhere to flee, and nowhere to arrive.
The Divine is the space between the spaces,
and the light that reads this line.

—MyKoul